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Hi! Can you help me with this Drarry fic? In it both Draco and Harry are aurors in training. But Draco is treated quite badly and bullied. He and Harry develop a secret relationship. However Harry wants to hide this relationship because he is afraid of what others will think. So, Draco gets tired of it and breaks things off with Harry. He also quits the Aurors and joins a Healers course.

"This hat ended up in Misuse this morning. Addressed to me, for some reason." Arthur shrugged before smiling back at Harry. "It's got a faulty Extension Charm and this penis was inside."

There was a really amazing fic I read a while ago that I’d love to have help finding. Basically Ginny and Harry were together, but couldn’t have kids. Draco gets pregnant somehow and agrees to give the baby to Harry and Ginny, but eventually it Draco and Harry fall in love and raise the kid together? It was super long and I think on ao3 I just haven’t been able to find it. Help us appreciated.

“Mind the top sheet—” Harry began, but Malfoy had already touched it.

"Why did you do it, Draco?" Draco grabbed one of the mugs and took a sip before staring into it. "I... I don’t know. He was just always there. Familiar. I didn’t have to think about how strange it was... I was scared." He let his words trail off and placed the mug on the table, burying his head in his hands. "Yes, we had something back in Hogwarts. He went to Paris immediately after graduation and I didn’t hear anything from him after. Part of me always wondered what if. I had no good reason. I regret it, but I don’t have a time-turner. Does that make this better?" The silence stretched again before Harry spoke quietly. "If you could help me to sit, I’d like some tea. Please." He sat for a moment in the renewed silence before nodding. "Of course." When he reached the bed, Harry was watching him with a shuttered expression he knew mirrored his own. Focusing instead on the pillows, he helped support Harry to sit before returning to fetch the tea and toast. He waited, ensuring Harry could manage the mug on his own before speaking again. "I wouldn’t have followed Blaise to a two-room hut in the middle of nowhere. And I certainly wouldn’t do it just to avoid divorcing some Savior. I’d get the divorce and then move to Paris with Pansy. Now I’m going to leave a message in the box to see if I can get some already-stewed lacewing sent before this gets any worse. Then I’m going to go into the workroom and stay there for a bit while I decide if I’m going to murder you or not.

"You're the one who wanted to end this, Draco." "Because I fucking cared about you, you arse, and you just treated me like a fucking whore who was only worth talking to when you wanted your prick played with and I was done with it!" And the sick feeling was back when he realized what he'd said, what he'd admitted. But in for a knut... "I loved you, alright? And I was sick of being your dirty little secret because you're ashamed of me or of it or - or I don't even know. And I thought if I ended it, we could go back to the way things were in eighth year, or before we started shagging. And I could have a friend in this stupid Auror training thing. Because I hate it, and having you as a friend was about all that made waking up and coming here every day worthwhile. And maybe part of me hoped you'd think you were going to lose something too, and decide you wanted a boyfriend." And at that, something in Harry's expression shifted again, and he shook his head. "I'm not... I can't be gay." "And I can't be 'just friends' with someone who can't even manage that."